#XXCentury
In the stillness of night Wisdom… By my bed. She gazed upon me like… And wiped away my tears, and said:… The cry of your spirit and I am c… Open your heart to me and I shall…
As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the servants stood at the massive door awaiting the coming of the guests; and upon their velvet garments shown golden buttons. ...
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that...
Where shall you seek beauty, and h… And how shall you speak of her exc… The aggrieved and the injured say,… Like a young mother half—shy of he… And the passionate say, “Nay, bea…
Marriage in these days is a mockery whose management is in the hands of young men and parents. In most countries the young men win while the parents lose. The woman is looked upon as a ...
Your friend is your needs answered… He is your field which you sow wit… And he is your board and your fire… For you come to him with your hung… When your friend speaks his mind y…
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and giv...
My friend, I am not what I seem.… care—woven garment that protects m… from my negligence. The 'I’ in me, my friend, dwells… therein it shall remain for ever m…
One night a feat was held in the p… prostrated himself before the prin… upon him; and they saw that one of… the empty socket bled. And the pri… befallen you?’ And the man replied…
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song —a song that lives In the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment; it engulfs my affection
There was a Christian bishop in h… And the bishop looked upon the wom… And even as he spoke a bolt from t… And the men of the city came runni…
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A rival who brings us misery. She is cruel and demanding,
It is when your spirit goes wander… That you, alone and unguarded, com… And for that wrong committed must… Like the ocean is your god—self; It remains for ever undefiled.
You talk when you cease to be at p… And when you can no longer dwell i… And in much of your talking, think… For thought is a bird of space, th… There are those among you who seek…
Pleasure is a freedom—song, But i… It is the blossoming of your desir… But it is not their fruit. It is a depth calling unto a heigh… But it is not space encompassed.